Huo Du's Notes

I don't want to get involved in any kind of trouble, but in this troubled world, it's hard to guarantee that trouble won't find you.

The top priority is to empower yourself to protect yourself.

Genghis Khan doesn’t need to worry too much here, as long as I stay far away, even if one day history develops in its intended direction and Mr. Jamuhe turns against him, according to historical records and the plot in Shooting the Condors, it’s okay for me to save my life difficult.

However, everyone pushed the wall down.

It's one thing to spare you from dying, but it's another matter how you will live in the future.

The original Huo Dou gained some status because he followed Jinlun Fawang and got in touch with the queen of Okuotai, the successor of Genghis Khan, and he called himself a prince everywhere.

But in fact, he was just deceiving himself.

Under Genghis Khan's command, including his successors, who would take him as a dish?

After all, is it not about people's faces?

That kind of life of relying on others is definitely not what I want. In this life, I only have two requirements for myself. One is to be healthy and healthy, but to live freely.

So, I must go to Shaolin.

The purpose is very clear - the Nine Suns Manual that has not been known to the world, quietly lying in the gap between the four volumes of "Langa Sutra" written by Bodhidharma in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.

I don't know if this trip can get my wish, and I can get the most advanced martial arts collection in the world of Jin Yong's martial arts, but if I don't try it, I still feel unwilling.

If you don’t take this trip when you come to the world of eagle shooting, you will always have the feeling of entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed.

Although I made up my mind to go to Shaolin Temple even if it was Lai, I didn't rush on my way and watched as I walked.

From Mongolia to the Song Dynasty, passing through the Kingdom of Jin, although I didn’t like my health in my previous life, I liked traveling very much. This time it was a rare experience to appreciate the different customs and customs of different places in ancient times.

A month later, our group of five finally came to Songshan.

After leaving the border of the Kingdom of Jin, my four followers and I changed into Han costumes.

I originally had a quarter of Han Chinese blood, and I was a complete Han Chinese in my previous life, and I was a child, so I didn’t feel disobedient at all if I didn’t look closely. The other four were also warriors in the clan I personally selected Has Han Chinese ancestry.

Therefore, our arrival did not attract too much attention from the locals, and my goal was initially achieved.

After settling down, I had a detailed talk with the four of them. The general content was: I want to go to Shaolin Temple alone, and they just need to find a suitable house nearby to settle down as soon as possible.

As for how to enter, these are all my own affairs, and they don't need to pay attention to it at all. In the end, I said that this is my filial piety to my deceased mother, and I hope they can fulfill it.

The Mongolians are straightforward, so naturally they don’t think that a seven-year-old baby will lie to them. After hearing my words, they were very moved and agreed to all my requests without saying a word.

I also achieved the second goal.

After a night of rest in the small inn at the foot of the mountain, before dawn the next day, I went up the mountain with an old couple who "coincidentally" found yesterday to deliver vegetables to Shaolin Temple.

The only things I took with me were the Four Treasures of the Study, two bags of change of clothes and a little silver taels.

However, these things are not a small burden for this seven-year-old body. The vegetable farmer couple who accompanied me kept asking me to put things on the vegetable load, but I insisted on refusing.

From this moment, my life is just about to begin, and everything must go according to my plan, including carrying my own baggage up the mountain.

Fortunately, I grew up in Mongolia, and my muscles and bones are strong enough, otherwise I would really not be able to keep up with these two couples who are used to walking on mountain roads.

Even so, I was out of breath when we arrived at the back gate of Shaolin Temple at dawn.

My first impression of Shaolin was also very surprising.

This is the largest Buddhist business base, which is famous at home and abroad in later generations, and it really looks a bit shabby at this time.

The back door of Shaolin Temple is the same as the back door of ordinary people seen along the way, very simple, the couple handed the food to the two monks inside, collected the food money, and then went back.

Because I behaved very well all the way, the couple spoke well of me, and the monks in charge of breakfast were also very kind to me, but I knew that the final decision was not in their hands.

But everyone here is likely to be helpful to me, so I sway my innocent smile anytime, anywhere, hoping to leave a good impression on them.

A smile is a passport to the whole world, this saying is absolutely true.

Several big monks who were in charge of preparing breakfast did not let me wait outside the door, but brought me a small mazza, poured a bowl of freshly made noodle soup and gave me a vegetarian bun.

I sat outside the door and watched their busy figures, and I could vaguely hear the sound of chanting sutras from the inner courtyard. This is probably the so-called morning class.

When the sky was completely bright, the great monk who had just given me noodle soup and steamed buns said that the Master Supervisor wanted to see me.

I lowered my head and followed him in with an uneasy expression to meet the prison monk, but I couldn't help thinking about it.

The Supervisory Academy is the second highest among the Chinese staff in the temple. As long as he nods, I may become a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, or at least be able to live here temporarily.

I hope to achieve the former, but the goal is the latter. The most important thing to be a human being is to know how to do what you can.

"This little benefactor, I heard clearly that you came from a long way and want to become a monk in Shaolin Temple, is there such a thing?"

The dean of the prison is about 50 years old, very thin but full of energy, his eyes are clearer than that of a young man in his twenties, he looked at me a few times, and asked straightforwardly.

I didn't dare to hide anything, and hurriedly replied: "Yes."

The elder of the supervisor continued: "Why?"

I have already pondered and practiced this set of rhetoric no less than a hundred times, and I started to talk about it as soon as I heard him ask.

"Reporting to the eminent monk, I am Mongolian, but my mother's mother is Han. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me. I never knew what she looked like. It was my nanny who brought me up.

My nanny told me several times: My mother always wanted to go back to my hometown to see her before she was alive, and she also mentioned that when I was not born, my mother kept copying scriptures to keep me safe.

A few months ago, my mother gave me a dream, saying that she had not been able to worship the Buddha in person before she was alive, and that she would not be happy after death. She wanted me to personally copy and burn the Buddhist scriptures she recited for her when I grew up. Otherwise, it would be unfilial. "

After I finished speaking, I looked timidly at the prison elder, and he motioned with his eyes, encouraging me to continue talking.

"The next day I went to my nanny to ask for the scripture my mother had copied, but she said that the book had been buried with my mother. I didn't know what to do. After thinking for a long time, I finally thought that maybe I should find another one that is exactly the same. Just copy and burn the scriptures."

"Well, your idea is quite reasonable, but do you know what scriptures are being recited?" The elder prisoner seemed very satisfied with my answer, and asked me very kindly.

That's the advantage of being a kid --

Even the dean of the prison, who has a keen eye, would definitely not suspect that I was lying. At most, he would think that the adults in my family taught me what to say.

Hearing the question from the dean of the prison, I replied with a bit of distress:

"The nanny said that mother's scriptures were obtained from a passing merchant, and at the beginning, apart from knowing that they were scriptures, she didn't know what they were.

Later, when a traveling monk passed by, my mother gave him some alms, and asked him about this scripture along the way, only then did I know that the scripture I had been copying was called the "Langa Sutra". "

After I finished speaking, I frowned, opened my eyes wide and continued in great doubt:

"I don't know what the "Langa Sutra" is, but I heard about the "Diamond Sutra" from a friend of my father's. I heard that it has great supernatural powers. This time I want to copy it together to pray for my father."

"The "Langa Sutra"? "The Diamond Sutra"? This is quite simple, but you said you are a Mongolian, why did you travel thousands of miles to Shaolin to copy the scriptures?"

The elder prisoner nodded frequently when he heard what I said, obviously he had accepted my words, but it was still a bit difficult for a child to travel thousands of miles just to copy two scriptures.

Of course I didn't take this into consideration.

"I didn't expect to come here either, because I didn't know Shaolin Temple at first, but I wanted to let the warriors in the clan pay attention to whether there are any monks who passed by after copying the scriptures for my mother and father. If there are, I will keep them here. I'm going to ask for two scriptures."

"Oh, did you ask for it later?"

The elder of the prison probably thought that I was a child, and I spoke in a clear, unhurried and rhythmic manner, which was very interesting, so he simply pulled me to sit on the steps beside me and asked carefully.

In my last life, I was born with a disease and died with a disease. During this period of more than [-] years, in order not to worry my parents, I practiced a unique secret skill of being cute and obedient.

Every time I use it, I can hit it with one blow, and I have made great achievements many times. I didn't expect to win another victory today.

I sat down obediently with the supervising elder, and then I said with some embarrassment: "A great monk came to our tribe within two days. ..."

After a pause, I lowered my head and continued, "It was only later that I found out that the great monk was a friend of my father, and he made a special trip to our tribe to pray for blessings at his father's invitation."

"Then what happened next?" The supervisor was very patient.

"Later, I said that I wanted to copy scriptures to pray for blessings, and my father praised me, but the great monk said that he was from the Vajra Sect of Mongolian Esoteric Buddhism, and the scriptures my mother used came from the Southern Dynasty.

If I really want to pray for my parents, I have to go to Shaolin Temple, the Holy Land of Buddhism, where there are the most authentic scriptures, and he also told me, say, say..."

As I was talking, I stopped, and the elder prisoner asked curiously: "What's the matter, what did he say?"

"He said that the scriptures copied by eminent monks must be the most boundless of Buddhism, but there are very few eminent monks in the world, and they can be encountered but not sought."

"That's true, so what do you say?"

"I asked who was the eminent monk who had attained the Tao. He said that he had only heard of Shaolin, but had never been to the Southern Dynasties. He didn't know much about it. He only knew that Master Bodhidharma and his disciple, Master Huike, were world-renowned eminent monks."

"Hehehe, what he said is not bad, but Patriarch Bodhidharma and Patriarch Huike have passed away, you know."

"I know, the great monk also said that they all passed away, and passing away means death."

"Hahahaha, the little benefactor is right. The reason why you came here this time must be to borrow the scriptures written by the two patriarchs?"

"Originally, but my mother's scriptures were buried with her, so will the eminent monk's scriptures be buried with her?" I said with a look of stupidity in a look of disappointment.

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